Outburst Receptacle Poem by Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe)

Born, I was born with it
Time ago, it was empty
To din in your ears, I was clumsy
So I let nought fill it
Roving down my loneliness
I chanced your all godly kindness
I was then swayed and found
That I was at the bank found
All my mind was turned on
As a result my two stars
Painless glanced at beauty
In a glee, witnessed my stars,
The receptacle, time ago empty
Was spilled over with all gas
Then I was immersed in mass
To din in your ears, it was now full
In turn the receptacle burst
So, I let water fill it in
Trying hard, likewise a coke,
Things went wrong: It broke
Yet still contains some water in.
Fate, the river recedes from burst!
From the frying-pan ‘to fire; ‘tis not cool
However, I still love that river
I will din in your ears ever
Dead, I’ll be dead with it